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[trace_of_scarlet]

...Oh my God. School -or rather, certain members of my English class- has broken my brain. I knew it had to happen eventually. To those who have no idea what the hell I'm on about, just know that it concerns our least-favourite Maths teacher, Jordan, the worst mental images I have ever had, and at least twenty minutes straight of group hysteria in the middle of an English lesson. Those who do, know that the image will shortly appear rendered in pencil- or in glorious technicolour if Jocelyn beats me to it.

I am so stressed that I'm calm, if that makes any sense. God, I hate GCSE coursework...

And by way of an aside to all the people who know me IRL and took the quiz: how little you know. Top marks of 50%??? Pitiful. ^_~

Comments

[volandum.livejournal.com]

And I got 20%. Fun, no?

I await the image.

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you have an excuse- you don't know me IRL. All but one of the people taking this quiz have known me for at least *counts* five years.

EW PINK

[silver-carrion.livejournal.com]

Yeah, gee thanks for bringing that ICKY image back into my head! We MUST get a better picture so I can superimpose it on Jordan for a slightly more accurate effect. Glorious technicolour here we come. It'll probably end up with some 18 rating... Or just censored totally.
*Shudders*
Here come the flashbacks...